While on vacation, my family travelled through Birmingham, Alabama. As many of you know, this was an important city during the civil rights movement. Blacks and whites marched here for what they believed in. Martin Luther King Jr spoke here. People died here for civil rights. We visited downtown and saw the church where 4 little black girls were killed by a bomb. Across the street was a very nice park with a beautiful statue of MLK and statues of attack dogs (when you stand between them you can see what it may have been like for those who were marching for civil rights = terrifying), and water cannons pointed towards people. While we were taking all of this in and explaining the significance of each memorial to our child, dang if there weren't several homes and drug-addicted black adults hanging around. It saddened me. It angered me. Here they are - living in a park dedicated to people who lost their lives so their brothers and sisters could have a better life and they are wasted. The scene just made me so sad. I am white and I know life can be hard and so many odds are stacked against people, but to just give up and to not try to make your life better, I just don't understand. it has been 5 days since we were in Birmingam and the memory of it all still saddens me.